Loredas, 5th of HearthFire 3E 419
Lantrius left the lair bringing his journal and two favored weapons, a bow and silver sword. He walked into Falkreath thinking heavily about what he's to do next, I wonder where I should go now. My old home in Cyrodiil? I probably shouldn't. I don't think I can face mother with the evil I have committed. Stay here in Skyrim? No, too damn cold and Mannimarco still might be here… somewhere. Morrowind? Maybe. It's warm, so I've heard, and I don't think he will come looking for me there. First I need to find a sea-port or docks.
Once spotting a villager, he asked them which port would take him to Morrowind.
"There's one up at Windhelm. Hey... you're that new friend of Alva's. Have you seen her lately?" he asked.
Lantrius shook his head and decided to give a small half lie, "Um, no I haven't. I haven't since.. The last time I saw her."
The man squinted looking upon the boy's suspicious black robes until screams were heard in the distance. Their heads turned to see the young Alva Maiden-Loom approaching except she was pale and bloodied on the face and clothes. A bluish fog like essence emitted from the body.
Mannimarco, you bastard! He thought and noticed the villager coming to a sudden conclusion that it was Lantrius' doing.
"Y-you! You killed her!" he was starting to shout.
"I didn't want to- I swear!"
The man began to signal the others at the culprit, "It's him! This kid Kil-" he was stopped short. Lantrius had stabbed the man with his sword without thinking.
The villager coughed blood, "Fuck you, necromancer." he weakly pulled his knife ready to strike and the young killer twisted his sword and sliced through his side. A sickening sound of cutting and blood splattering along with a deep thud of a body hitting the ground.
During the small interaction guard came running with their weapons drawn and ready for battle. Next thing Lantrius knew was a fading darkness.